Cropped out - an Oscar Piastri x OC fic

Chapter 14- Home

Oscar:
Ive been back home, relishing in the warm sunlight and the time off, for 4 days now. Im sad to leave everyone after the race again, but im glad i decided to visit early. My mum was there at the airport ready to pick me up, and it made me feel like i was 8 again, being picked up from school, rushing to my mum for a tight hug. On the way home we talked about the first few races, and she told me how she got loads of new followers on twitter, much to my dismay. Nicole is a woman of many things, and one of them is a twitter icon. I guess you could say i learnt from the best. 

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Im sat outside, sunglasses protecting my eyes and rays warming my skin, bringing it back to the golden brown it was missing, whilst my family prepares lunch. I usually try and help, but mum shoved me out of the kitchen when she made fun of my cooking (im not THAT bad i swear). I grab my phone when i get a notification, looking to see that Lando has messaged me.

Lando
Hey teammate!
Im in australia
Just landed
Where do you live

Hey
And why?

I wanna visit
And meet your family
Unless youve been lying to me and youre not actually australian
Or dont have a family

No, those are both true.
And give me your hotel, I'll pick you up.

Okay, cool
That also works

He gives me the address of his hotel and we agree to meet out the front tomorrow at 11, which gives me time for a lay-in and the drive to get there. I actually fear Lando meeting my family, but specifically my mum. I think they will get along a bit too well. When i first told my mum that i was signing for Mclaren and moving into F1 she cried, reasonably, then wiped her tears away and asked about Lando. She knew of him, of course, but not in full detail, having only really focused on my teammates at prema. I think she could tell me his blood type and the lessons he had in school now, which is concerning, to say the least. But at least i know they will get along.

I open instagram, with the full intention of seeing if Lando has posted anything since he is a frequent instagram story uploader. Lando and i have very differing perceptions of social media. Hes very up to date and constant, and im very... not active. I only post when its race day, and even that is mostly Cody. But dont get me wrong, i have my accounts and i use them. Not in a creepy way. I open up Lando's story and, yep, its been updated. How has he been in Melbourne for like 5 hours and is already on a run? In the middle of the day? Not even i am dumb enough to do that.

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Im still scrolling when my mum places some food on the table in front of me and I place my phone on the table, forgetting to turn it off. My dad sits opposite me after bringing in some food of his own.

"She's pretty" he says, nodding towards my phone.

I look down, seeing a post from Eliana on my screen. She's in an orange dress, skin browned by the sun. Her in orange makes my skin feel alight, and i feel my lungs tightening at the memory of her at the pool in Bahrain, clad in orange. I wasnt paying attention when my mum came in, so must have scrolled to her post from a few days ago. I don't respond, just stick my tongue in my cheek. He goes to pester me, but mum walks in just at the right moment.

"Who's this?" she smiles at us both.

Great, now they're going to think im keeping something from them. AND they're going to pester Lando for intel tomorrow, i bet. Just what i need.